Chapter nine - foot rubs
Clarissa's POV
Quickly standing up as he pulls me into his arms before spinning me around and showing everyone the ring on my finger like a crazed lunatic as he stakes his claim. Leaning into my ear as he whispers.
"You are mine now."
Walking back to the table as he pops the bottle of champagne, filling our glasses and we begin to eat our food.
"We are going to fun when we get home."
Shivering at his words.
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Finally sat back at home as he looks at me from across my living room as I take of my now unbearable heels and rub the heels of my feet which are sore.
"Wanna foot rub princess?" He asks patting the seat next to him.
"....princess...." Looking at him strangely.
"Yeah you know because you're not my queen until I marry you." He smiles as I sit down next to him just as he pulls my feet up into his lap.
"Sometimes you are pretty sweet." I tell him just as he starts to rub my feet.
"Did you know I have a degree in massage I wanted to be a massage therapist?" He tells me while rubbing my feet.
"Wait you did but I thought you loved your business." Looking at him as those green eyes look back at me intently.
"Yes I do I loved both. So I studied for both, because Clara one feeds the pocket the other the heart." Smiling at him just as he swaps to the other foot.
"Which one feeds the heart." I smile as I lean back a bit on the sofa.
He is good at this but he interrupts my thoughts, "I used to think that massage fed my heart until that day a certain brunette tripped and fell into me on her first day. Since then its always been quite the conundrum since then. Because you see I fell for her quicker then when she fell over that day."
Staring at him open mouthed gaping at him, why couldn't he act like this always then I would have dated him normally. But no he has to be psychopath who insisted upon blackmailing me. He stops rubbing my feet and smiles at me.
"I got into massage therapy because I wanted to help abuse victims and assault victims so they could bare being touched." He smiles at me,"kinda like you." Rubbing the back of his neck nervously like a teenage boy being caught doing something sweet.
"Like me..." I trail off.
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Blackmailed into being yours...
RomantikI never wanted this. Staring down at this horrible man, the man who'd ensnared me and not in the good romantic sort of way. The same man who was smiling as he placed the over the top sparkling ring on my finger, I was his. And his alone. He'd trappe...
